Things I want to remember from this 1500 km crossing of Europe. Ta and Ra playing strip poker in the back seat. Ra down to his underwear, Ta, at age 8, not wanting to expose her chest saying “It’s different … Continue reading
Slovenia but a sliver. Hungary very exotic. Blue sunny skies! Kids giddy with road daze. Mommy fantasizing about Hungarian spa, massage, wine.
Tunnels, tunnels, tunnels carved through the Alps. No jagged skyline. Road soaked in rain and fog. Only reprieve to be found in long, dark, humid tunnels, 500m lang, 2,5 km lang, 5,4 km lang, 7,3 km lang, 10,2 km lang. … Continue reading
Okay, so I lied. It’s not quite 1500 km, but rather 1443km from Paris to Zalakaros, Hungary. Check side link if you want proof. But please, those 57 km don’t make much of a difference when traveling with two bored … Continue reading
The Strasbourgeois, like the Germans, know how to make life sweet. During the day bikes whizz by, fast and independent, flowing outside of traffic. Come evening, they settle in twos, locked in love, leaning on each other in exhaustion. Bikes … Continue reading
On time’s flight. That I were a bird to catch up with my lost youth. Walking down the streets of Strasbourg, down streets in a time-warped city, I am that person, but with so many added layers. It can get heavy. … Continue reading